Silhouettes
Spring (Prompt 16-20)
Prompt: push
"Gill, are you alright?" Hamilton asked him in concern.
"No, what are you blabbering on about?" he grumbled out without looking up from the papers he'd be pretending to work on for an hour now.
"You've been... red-faced lately. Did you perhaps catch a cold?"
"No."
"Then what is it?" He put a finger to his lips, deep in thought. "It must be love!"
What!? He choked.
Hamilton went on, unaware. "But who is the lucky young lady? Did Luna finally open your eyes...? I know!" Triumphantly, he added in an outburst, "That new farmer girl!"
Spluttering, Gill turned crimson.
Prompt: alive
"What's his problem anyway?! Couldn't he knock before he enters? Plus it's not as if it were urgent matters: he only wanted to introduce himself!" she raged the next morning.
Many times, Finn tried to reason her. Unsuccessfully.
Three days passed, and Molly had to go to Harmonica. Avoiding the town for such a long time wasn't good for her farm – and the bells.
Of course, as Murphy's Law would have it, the first person she met was Gill.
Needless to say, it was very, very awkward.
"Good day." Look away, Gill.
"Ditto." Way to be dumb, Molly!
Ah, youth...
Prompt: loved
Surprisingly enough, Molly rapidly settled in nicely on this lovely island. She was friends with many, on good terms with all, and her farm was developing rather easily. Her animals adored her, simply, and the bells were coming along. In a month or so, the whole restoring business would be dealt with. Finn was very helpful any time she was in a stomp.
"Oh, who am I even trying to kid," she grumbled to herself.
She closed her eyes, imagining herself back in the city, where anonymity reigned and her routine was boring but effortless.
"I want to go back..."
Prompt: soft
It didn't take her too much time before she decided to leave. Molly was many flaws but foolish wasn't one. If it wasn't working, it just wasn't.
Managing a farm by herself was too much for one little city girl who was not an athlete in the slightest. She had tried though, just like she had struggled to befriend the inhabitants of the island.
She wasn't what they wanted. Not even Finn and his talk of destinies would convince a down-to-earth person of such a miracle.
Although she wondered why depart tasted like going back to cower behind her brother.
Prompt: hold
The day she decided to leave, Molly packed her belongings. She knew that as soon as Hamilton would learn about her plans, he'd try to con her into staying ‒ the farm wasn't very valuable despite her greatest efforts.
"Are you really leaving?"
Startled, she swiveled around. Finn was floating behind her, a mournful expression casted on his tiny face.
"I'm sorry, Finn," she said as gently as she could. "I really am."
That night she fell asleep with the sprite by her side. His unshed tears were more heartbreaking and guilt-inducing than the act of leaving the island altogether.